The couch doesn't have this comfort
The couch doesn't have this comfort
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Your holes want it
Words are lost too
Special treatment for special privileges
I want performance, not excuses
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
So you never had real pussy before?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You had my food, now you have me